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Agreli
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Whats that you ask me?.... My childhood? oooh. Well, theres not much to that. From what i can recolect as a child, Was that of which the church clergy told me. That I was left on in the temple. and The elders choosen that it was a blessing from god. So they decided to take me in, and raise me as one of their own.
Now, many of you think that being raised by a church would be an easy life.... Well im here to tell you The hell it isnt. I was up early every morning training with the clergy and monks. In what they called spiritual exersise, which i called sleeping with their eyes open... Well, At about the age of 12, they decidied it would be best for my to undergo the training of that of aTemplar to replace the ageing ones, that would soon retire in a few years. Well, One day, i was with Elder Elizinar. Elizinar, was a man of strong faith and relgious purpose. He always made sure to be thankful and respectful for all those before him. We would spend hours upon hours training. When at about the age of 17, Myself and Elder Elizinar were training, while the other clergy left to go to a fair. When a few hours passed, we noticed a pounding sound upon the gate doors, within seconds the door blown off its hinges, and what seemed to be fifteen to twenty men came rushing in. WIthin seconds Elizinar was trying to reason with the men. Nothing seemed to change their mind. Elizinar told me to make with haste to the fair and tell the others.
So i slowly paced towards the southern walls, when i noticed one drawing a sword. I thought back to my lessons. One being Never to leave a friend, comrade, or ally in battle, nor to die alone. So with a quick sidestep i turned myself, and charged into them. Within a few minutes what seemed to last a lifetime, probably ten to fifteen minutes. I was lying on the ground beside Elizinar, i was covered with his blood and a bit of my own. I was left there to die, when the men left, i gotten up. I called to Elizinar but got no response. I was devesated, and very upset. I noticed a small letter, marked with the initals L.T. and a note saying, next time prehaps you will pay the dues when the deadline comes. The monks returned and sent me out to make a difference in the world. And that i shall.
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